Chapter four

Catherine.

"Hello?" I call out in the dark, feeling very much like I'm in a horror movie, a bad horror movie if I'm being honest.

I pause, I even stop breathing for dramatic effect you know, waiting for the gold eyes and growl and then I'll see a sexy man sitting right there and he'll sniff the air and tell me he can smell my arousal, wait first, am I aroused? Nah I don't think so.

None of that happened of course, instead I hear a command.

"Don't switch the lights on and stop that thing you're doing with your leg!" The same deep voice snapped.

Maybe he is a werewolf, I'm totally fine, it's not like I've been reading werewolf books. I have not. At all.

"I said stop it." I look up, eyes desperately searching in the dark.

I'm a foreplay kind of girl, I assume, it's not like I've ever kissed anyone, well I've kissed Beast in third grade but that doesn't count, back to the situation at hand, they say not seeing makes everything more intense, yeah no it doesn't, I'm freaking out in my leather boots thinking something would drag me in the dark and that fear is not as a result of me living in a fantasy world.

"What am I to stop doing?" I asked a bit confused honestly.

"That's thing with your leg." I heard movement, so I assume he is pointing at my whatever I'm doing with my legs....wait, I look down at my legs as though they weren't a part of me and finally notice I've been tapping them on the floor mindlessly. How did I miss the sound? I freeze with my feet halfway down and stare straight ahead at the dark again.

"So, what's up?" I ask, leaning against the door striking a really cool pose if I do say so myself. Not because of anything but because of the thought of him seeing exactly how I look, and I don't want to be caught off guard and finding out I looked like a lost kitten.

"What's your name?" You know that thing I said about the dark, yeah I take it back, not being able to see the stranger's face really felt nice and mysterious. I wonder what his lips looked like, I mean he had to be good looking to have a voice like that.

Trust me when I say this, good looking men have good sounding voice and that is a fact, Einstein, with all due respect should have written that. My thoughts almost drift to my education and waiting test but his voice came again, almost making me sigh in bliss.

"Do you always have to be spoken to twice?" Well rude!

"I take days off on weekends," I smirk in the dark, still with the belief he was a see in the night werewolf, or a hybrid, I've always fantasied getting down and dirty with a copy of Klaus. I mean it would mean the world to me if I lost my virginity to a hybrid.

"Today is Sunday," He makes a point but I'm not going to let him have it.

"I'm doing over time." 

"This would move on a lot faster if you just tell me your name," He was speaking a bit fast, and is that an accent I detect, oh fuck, I'm not supposed to be crushing on this perv.

"Since we're in a fantasy, with the darkness and all, why don't you call me nameless and I'll call you faceless huh?" Damon is going to kill me if I offend one of his high paying customers, but hey, he had more than twenty girls in this place and he chose me, I have to make it worth it, so that next time he'll know not to mess with me.

"Alright nameless, I paid for a dance and I want to see a dance." My mouth hangs open. 

Seriously? I was aiming for some rage. This most definitely doesn't sound like some old overweight geezer, I mean I knew that from the first time he spoke but damn. Going to give him a bit of credit but with a voice like that, what was he doing paying for a night with a stripper, no offense to those in my line of work of course but really, I know I would drop my panties for a guy with his voice, without hesitation.

"You might have paid but you've done nothing to warrant you deserving of a dance." I'm very good at controlling my thoughts and that's why I don't miss a beat when I reply even though my heart is beating at a million miles per second.

"Oh yeah, and what would make me deserving?" He was humoring me, I can hear it in his sexy velvet like voice.

"Say a little sweet talk and humour, I like funny men." My legs are staking to ache from these ridiculously high thigh boots, why did the heels have to be 6 inches please? And I didn't want to leave my striking pose so I quickly add, "For starters, you didn't offer me a seat." Okay I've given up, I stand back like a normal person.

"Forgive my manners, you caught me off guard but you're welcome to sit, please."

"I can't find my way in the dark," I point out with sass.

"Stay where you are and I'll come get you." I take a deep breath in seeing how his voice sounded deeper and huskier. Bury me already.

"How will you?" I cough a bit to clear my throat because my voice was suddenly, unattractive.

"I'll leave that thought to you, I can be behind you," I regret leaving the door instantly.  I heard him chuckle lowly when I turned to search behind me. Stupid, stupid. I mentally slap my head. I hadn't heard any movement, he was enjoying my discomfort because he laughed.

"I could be standing in front of you," I suck in another breath, "and my breath would fan your face," I step back instinctively and my body collided with something hard. I let out a huff without realizing.

"I'm not even standing nameless," I glare at the dark, suddenly irritated. How dare he play me like that? Him having a Zeus like voice gave him no right to do that, I mean it's not like I've heard Zeus speak but I presume it has to sound like this.

"You're not very funny." I deadpan, I feel movement and this time I'm on high alert.

"See, you were relaxed earlier but now I want you to know I could be anywhere," My breath caught in my throat, I definitely know he is moving now and I'll be damned if that didn't have me on edge.

I've heard Emerald talk about getting off from suspense, yeah she has weird kinks that one, but I have to agree that might be true, I mean I want to get off and I'm scared if he spoke again in that breathy voice I'll melt.

"Wh....what do you mean?" Way to go smart pants, you're quite dumb. My subconscious is a little bitch.

"Oh, you'll know soon enough." I freeze, sweet baby Jesus. He is right in front of me. I'm screaming! I can feel his breath fanning my face. His minty breath, dear lord I think I just came in my panties, my work panties!

I make a move to step back but I feel his hands on my waist, restricting my movement. I feel sparks everywhere, from where his body touches mine and over my whole body, right from the roots of my hair to my toe nails. I feel the heat moving all over my body and now I'm hot everywhere. I think the heating is faulty because why the hell is this place so fucking hot.

"Now I have you right where I want." He spoke in my ear.

Sweet Jesus he has a beard, I can feel the hair brushing my skin and my legs shake, I mean yes my legs shook. I think I'm fucked. No I don't think, I'm sure, I know I'm fucked.

I want to jump him, I'm actually scared if I don't move away from him right now I'll make good on that thought. My traitorous little horny body didn't seem to be on board with that plan of mine because I feel myself leaning into his touch.

It's like I'm hooked here, at his mercy, my body has given up on me and we're just here standing, like a piece of offering waiting to be devoured. He moves to my neck slowly, his beards brushing against my smooth skin is a lethal combination, and my legs feel like jell–did I just crane my neck to the side giving him more access? 

I am a horny little bitch! He places a kiss there, right where my neck and shoulder join, I have to bite my lip to stop the sound that wanted to escape. 

I try to move my body backwards, away from him but I feel my chest against his much harder ones. It's like my body has a mind of its own.

"I like ho–" A phone ringing gave me the willpower to step out of his hold, he also steps back and the dark room glowed a bit from the brightness of his screen, he'd turned so I couldn't make out his feature save for his broad shoulders and sexy looking back in a slim fit suit. Oh, men in suits are my weakness. I don't hear him but I feel the familiar heat of his body pressed against mine, he speaks in my ear.

"I have to go now but we'll do this again soon, with much less clothes." With that, he walks out door, leaving me a panting and probably dripping wet mess.

I stay back for five minutes to catch my breath deciding then and there that this man was bad for me. 

At least he lights had been off, with that thought in mind, I go back to the dressing room and change back to my normal clothes, calling it a night. I give one of the bouncers, Aaron, Gracia's phone before walking to the bus station, my mind still on the man with the sexy Voice.

Oh I do hope we don't meet again, how he makes my body act is in no way acceptable, but I have to admit, I liked it. Way more than I should have. And I had no idea who he was.